Sitting outside in an adorable short, tight dress and my sweet, pink Converse, I’m covered in sunshine and oozing with superiority. I acknowledge the slave who bought this cute shoes for me and note his failure; they’re too big. I tempt you with the idea of being the slave to buy them from me, but alas pumpkin, you’re too late. My converse slut has beat you to it.* There’s just one problem I’m struggling with; since they’re too big, I never wear them.. Since I never wear them, they are way to clean to send to the devoted converse slut. I could never send out a pair of barely-worn shoes. I know he paid for not just the shoes, but my essence within them. Being a somewhat-benevolent mistress and a perfectionist too, I go to great lengths to get my feet filthy and rub them all around and in these shoes. There still could be more of me in them though. With a t***kle in my eye and the image of my slave thoroughly licking my now dirty shoes, I add just one more personal touch, a big, juicy mouthful of Mistress B spit for each shoe. Now they’re sufficiently dirty and my work here is done.

*For your own pair email me at: [email protected]. I will tell you what shoes I have available at the ***ent and instruct you how you can pay to obtain a pair of your very own.